“What?” Greg croaked the next day in one of the parking lots of the college.
His eyes were wide with surprise.
“I know. The box is in the trunk” Myra responded, glancing around the almost empty lot, and then back at him. “Please run it for prints.”
“They would not be so foolish to have handled it themselves.” Greg frowned.
“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” she said. “They just might have.”
Greg took her hand, shaking his head. “I am sorry. I knew that I should not have not let you go back on your own.”
He was staring at her with concerned eyes.
“You were coming to protect me from Atlas, not some damn bats.” She smiled into his eyes that grew even more concerned.
“You don’t think it could be Atlas? He might just have done that because he could not handle the rejection.”
“I don’t think h
